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Quidditch Time!
"So Hermione, why do are you not in a Quidditch team?" Cat asked, brushing a bit of orange hair from her eyes and shooing a little fly.
"Well, I am afraid of heights." Hermione mumbled, for once wondering what it would be like to soar through the air like a bird, with no worries and just… flying like there is no worry in the world.
"…So, yeah. Uh, Hermione, are you listening to me?" a voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked around to see a worried Catastrophe tugging on her arm.
"Sorry." She apologized, smiling. "I was wondering what it would be like to… you know, just fly like…a bird, or rather, a hippogriff." She giggled, and Cat joined in.
"You should of seen Draco's face when he came home that summer." Cat still chortled, covering her mouth briefly.
"Yeah, I guess he had a right to be angry…" she trailed off, not paying any attention to the conversation in front of her. Once again, a laugh brought her to focus on the girl in front of her.
"Why, Hermione, are you taking Draco's side?" she giggled, her eyes widening in surprise and…happiness?
"NO, no, not at all." She tried to cover up her mistake, but Cat's facial expression told her it was not helping her to get out of her web.
"Sure, girl, sure." Cat started to narrow her eyes playfully but as Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood started to talk, her eyes gleamed with something of want…
"Hello, all. Now, will the Quidditch players go to this side? Yes, Slytherin over there, and Gryffindor over here. And, all of the people who does not have a team or do not play, please sit over there, in the side… no, not there, Hermione, please show them. Yes, there." Oliver sighed and mentioned Flint to talk.
"Okay, now, you left there, are going to try out now, today." He pointed to the group in the middle, which included Johnny, Landon, Dustin, Catastrophe, Ellestica, Aden, and Jax."
Oliver scratched his head and a scroll flew from a window, he opened it, and looked as words began forming.
"All right, first, Ellestica Funes." He looked at the girl, who chewed on her nails and gasped as he called her name.
"You'll do fine." A voice reached her and she noticed it to be Catastrophe. Relaxing slightly, she nodded and followed Oliver, trying out different positions.
"Hmm, Hufflepuff needs a good Chaser. All right, you are the Outside Chaser. Practices on Wednesday and Friday." She nodded and hopped away, to her house, who congratulated her.
Now, Flint spoke. "Johnny Fugde." She stepped out proudly, her nose high in the air haughtily, followed Flint. She hit the Bludgers quite hard, surprising most of the team. Cat, however, was not surprised, she just wore a happy smirk.
"Damn… All right, you're the Beater." Flint muttered, motioning her to the Slytherin stands, where she accepted a congratulation from Daphne.
Cat couldn't help but wonder what Draco was thinking now, as his eyes were closed and his forehead was scrunched. She smirked. May by he was thinking about Hermione.
"Hello? Catastrophe Malfoy?" Flint's voice snapped her out, and she walked towards him, wondering what position she would get.
"First, let's try beating. Try hitting it to…Ron Weasley over there." He challenged, then released the ball. She closed her eyes and hit it with a hard CRACK, and it sailed over the pitch to Ron.
"Good, now, try blocking the Quaffle." He equipped her with the appropriate guards, and let Ron throw it this time.
She gasped as the ball sailed towards her, and without thinking about it, swirled her broom around quickly. The results were fantastic. The ball hit the bristles with a dull crisp, and sailed into the other hoops.
"That was… excellent. Try catching the Snitch, and… Potter, help us, please." Cat rolled her eyes. What, was he trying to get her off the team by doing this?
Before she dived for it, Harry mumbled, "I am not holding back." And she sent a smile before the Snitch was released.
The Snitch flew over to Harry, hovering over his scar briefly, almost teasing him. Growling, he dove for it, but an unexpected problem happened. Someone was coming from up.
"Wheeee!" Cat cried joyfully as she flew around, looking for the Snitch, a flicker of gold flew around Harry, and instead of diving for it, she flew up, then dove down, grasping his hair along with it, as he cried out.
"Whoops…Sorry, Harry." She whispered, looking into Harry's eyes, wondering if she had hurt him. Instead, he dived towards her, and she fell off her broom.
Closing her eyes, she wondered what would happen now, but a pair of strong hands gathered around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. She looked up into-
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, uprighting her on the broom. She blushed and reached her broom in the air, but he said to leave it, so she left it there.
Hermione bounded to her asked her if she was all right, and she sighed a yes in answer. She looked disappointed.
'I was really hoping that was Dustin.' She thought as she grabbed the broom and gave it to Oliver, who was collecting all of it.
Look, everyone. I am so sorry for this part.
My family member has died and I am in grief. I will need time to update again. My files in my computer has been destroyed. I do not know why. So, the story to the war part has been deleted. I will update the parts. Now, this is the only part I have so far. This starts at when the war kind of starts. I apologize, and I hope you keep on reading. I am sorry if Cat is like Harry; I won't do that again. Thank you, and let's start where Cat finds out that Draco is…not on her side. See you all! The 'lost chapters' will be written again later. Thanks. BY THE WAY- THIS IS RATED M FOR BATTLE. No smut, so don't worry, but graphic battle scenes. It is also rated M for language.
Draco stormed from the dungeon, muttering curses under his breath. He slammed into someone, and sneered, looking at the face of a First Year Slytherin who looked so scared that he looked sick. He just scoffed at the 'pathetic creature' as so he called it and just slammed his shoulder into the little one's as he brushed past.
Draco was angry. NO, furious, in fact.
His father had sent him a letter before he was repeated Head Boy and sent into the Head's Dormitory…With Hermione fucking Granger. So pure, innocent, insufferable know-it-all. He sniffled pointed and held his head high, even as he passed a professor. Lucius had said to come to the edge of the Forbidden Forrest by midnight, and he had just spat to Granger that he was going to the last floor to…patrol. He scoffed. She had fallen to that, and he had laughed his head off when she just whispered a goodbye and left.
He got his mark that day.
He ripped his sleeve open for his master as he wince and grimaced in pain. He bit his tongue and lips, bursting and bruising it completely. He thought of nothing else but the happiness and glory of his master, in case of Legillimency.
He though what Catastrophe would do if she found out.
All he could feel was pain and more white hot pain. It stopped, but still thumped and felt like he had a ton of bricks on his arm.
"Good, very good." Voldemort hissed and lifted his wand from Draco's arm. "You will be one of my best Death Eaters." He clapped and the others followed.
He fell into a dreamless sleep that day. He still saw Cat's face and smiled at her, but it was forced.
"Good morning, Draco." A feminine voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he whirled around to see his sister, grinning madly.
"Whoa there, you okay?" she asked, her ice blue eyes slowly changing into violet. Her face was worried, and it showed very obviously.
"Yeah, I am fine." He paused, looking at her hand behind her back. "What's going on?" he narrowed his eyes, and she shuffled and laughed sheepishly.
"Don't you know what day it is?" she huffed, showing him three, long pale fingers. "Three guesses."
"I don't have time for this." He gritted, and tried to pass her with force. She aww-ed him.
"Come on, Draco, please?" she asked, her hands wringing in a 'please motion'. Her face was of the same, too, and she smiled.
"No." she brushed past her, and saw the thing in her hands, and he stopped.
His first gift he had ever gotten. A shiny, beautiful, crisp broom was held in her hand, and she sniffled and gave him the broom.
"Happy birthday." She whispered/sobbed, then closed his door and raced away.
WOW GOOD JOB THERE DRACO! I had to do that though. Yes, shocker, Draco is back to being bad and he is a Death Eater. I needed this to turn out to be Dramione. See you all! Leave you-know-whats. *^^*